Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

From the moment I received the letter after time travel, I practiced my spoken English frantically (the house even thoughtfully provided teaching materials) while thinking about what to do.

I always agree with letting things take their course until I understand the situation, so I have to learn English and go to Hogwarts (if I haven't been fooled), since I don't know what to do if I don't go.

Honestly, I didn't study English that hard when I took the college entrance exam.

Suddenly arriving in a strange country and having to face an unfamiliar language, I didn't even dare to leave the house at first.

I'm still struggling with how to live here (after exploring the house, I'm certain I'm all alone). The house has clothes, food, money, and even Galleons, and includes a fully functional kitchen. However, considering my language difficulties and the fact that I'm only 11 years old, living alone is still quite challenging.

However, while I was struggling with this, the owl somehow brought back another letter. It explained in detail how to live here and told me that the house was safe. I learned that the current year was 1991, and I also learned the name of my neighborhood—Privet Street.

Okay, now we can be completely sure it's Harry Potter. I just don't know if I'll see Harry here.

After huddling in the house for a while, I tidied myself up and mustered up the courage to go out and look for a store or supermarket.

Fortunately, the owl kept me company. When I was living alone, its presence (I still don't know its gender) greatly relieved my anxiety and gave me a sense of security.

Who wouldn't love a fluffy and docile owl!

It lets me pat its head and will even play with me on its own initiative.

As I was leaving, it tilted its head and looked at me. It didn't have much of an expression, but I felt like a pet watching its mother go out to find food.

So...so cute!

I screamed inwardly, my fighting spirit ignited; I was determined to buy the owl some delicious treats.

With firm steps and carrying the money, I resolutely walked out of the house and onto the street outside.

I found a supermarket near the house, and after a flurry of activity, I successfully bought what I needed, thanks to my broken English. With a triumphant smile, I returned to the house to give myself and the owl a treat.

I didn't go looking for 4 Privet Drive, even though I really wanted to see Harry, who was my childhood friend!

When I'm outside, I can feel people looking at me, which is normal. Maybe they're wondering why a little girl with an Asian face is always walking alone on the street.

It turns out that learning in a spoken-language environment is much faster, and my spoken English improved incredibly quickly!

I am trying to adapt to my new life.

With less than a month until the start of the semester, and while I was still figuring out how to get to Diagon Alley, another letter and a long, thin package appeared out of nowhere—I was really startled when an owl flew in carrying the package.

I read the letter first. As usual, it was written in Chinese. It said that someone would take me to Diagon Alley to buy something the next day, and then—it told me to keep the wand and pocket watch close to my body, but not to use them.

Yes, this package contains a magic wand and a pocket watch.

I looked closely, but unfortunately I couldn't figure it out, so I had to put the wand aside and put the pocket watch on my person.

Sometimes I really find it strange. Who sent this letter? This person must know about my time travel and has arranged almost everything for me, while I know nothing about this person and have no idea of ​​their purpose.

I stroked the feathers on the owl's belly with a melancholy air.

The owl looked at me and suddenly hooted.

"Oh oh oh."

I was stunned.

Those who have been fortunate enough to hear an owl hoot will probably understand how I feel right now.

"You...you...how could you..." I couldn't convince myself, my eyes filled with disbelief.

Why does such a cute owl make such a weird and funny sound?!

At that time, I didn't know that the owl was a eagle owl. Its call is always very moving. It has a large appetite and loves to eat rodents. I just didn't see it when it was hunting.

The distraught elderly mother remained in a state of shock until someone knocked on the door the next day.

I opened the door carefully.

It's not that I was being cautious; the person who knocked on the door really looked strange.

This person was tall, yet frighteningly thin; for a moment, I even had the illusion that what stood before me was a skeleton. She was also wearing the black robes typical of wizards, her clothes and hair were impeccably styled, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were fixed on me.

It's... a little scary.

"Hello." She nodded slightly to me. "Are you Miss Lai Ming?"

At first, I almost didn't recognize that it was my name. After realizing it, I nodded hesitantly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Leanna Fairburn."

Leona's voice was calm and slow, yet inexplicably carried a sense of solemnity.

"Your parents wrote to me, telling me that they are busy with work abroad and cannot come back to be with you. They hope that I can help you with some matters related to your Hogwarts enrollment."

"I was also a Hogwarts graduate in the past, so I think I can offer you some helpful advice."

"So next I will take you to Diagon Alley to buy the items you need when you start school, and when school officially starts, I will also take you to Platform 9¾."

I tried to decipher her words; perhaps out of consideration for me, she spoke much more slowly than other British people I had encountered.

I learned about my parents' information from the letter. They are both Chinese and wizards. After they got married, they lived in England and had me. I have always been in poor health and stayed in England, while they would go abroad to work from time to time, so I would often be left alone here.

What a perfect pair of parents to be in the background!

“Um, um, I know, my parents have already written to tell me.” I stammered in my broken English, “Thank you, Miss Fairburn.”

“No need to rush, Miss Ming, you can practice slowly.” Miss Fairburn corrected my pronunciation seriously but gently.

I gradually relaxed.

Along the way, with Miss Fairburn's guidance, my spoken English became more natural. She also led me to and into the Broken Axe pub. Due to my keen eye for certain words, I could even hear people inside discussing Harry, who had gone to Diagon Alley a few days earlier with Hagrid's help.

Miss Fairburn may seem a little intimidating, but based on our interactions so far, she has proven to be quite reliable.

Miss Fairburn was very dutiful, and I brought enough Galleons that were kept in the house.

We embarked on a pleasant shopping spree, buying school uniforms at Lady Malkin's Robes Shop, some basic spellbooks and required textbooks at Flourish and Blotts, and purchasing a cauldron, brass scales, dragonskin gloves, quills, parchment, and other items according to our shopping list.

Thank you, Miss Fairburn! She gave me a lot of helpful advice and reminded me to buy some items that are easy to overlook but are very important.

Miss Fairburn also asked me carefully whether I wanted to buy a pet.

I was happy to tell her that I had a lovely owl.

Finally, we arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop.